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Novice
by Wollstonecraft (address withheld)
***
A young novice in a convent finds a homeless boy and to
shelter him from the cold she shares her bed with him.
But Soon that's not all they're sharing. (Fb, ped,
preg)
***
The novice heard him moaning outside, shivering in the
cold. He was trying to find a warm spot between the
wall of the convent and the tree that grew outside her
cell's single window. She looked down and saw him
curled up on the ground.
She drew open the shutter and whispered to the boy,
"What are you doing there?"
The boy looked up at her. "Please, Sister, let me rest
here. I'll do no one any harm."
She saw that his clothes were no match for the cold.
"Boy, if you stay there, you'll freeze. Have you
nowhere to go?"
"No, Sister."
"Very well, then. If you can climb the tree, you can
come in here, but just for this one night."
The boy sprang up the tree and through the window. "Oh,
thank you, Sister."
"Ssh," she cautioned, "No one must know you are here
and you must be gone before vespers."
"I will," he whispered.
"You can lay there on the floor."
He looked at her, his eyes pathetic with
disappointment. Still, he curled up on the floor.
"Thank you, Sister. Good night, Sister."
The novice went back to her bed. She lay there and
stared at the shivering form on the floor before her.
The form spoke through chattering lips. "Could-- could
I have a blanket, Sister?"
"I only have one blanket," she whispered.
"May I share it with you, Sister?"
The novice felt the thin blanket that covered her. In
truth, it was scarcely sufficient to keep her warm. She
realized that the floor was probably little better than
the ground the boy had burrowed into outside.
"Very well, then," she said, "come here, Boy." He
scrambled up from the floor and came to the bed. She
stopped him. "Wait. Those filthy rags will
soil the bedclothes. Take them off and put on the gown
you'll find in the closet there."
He did as she told. She watched as he peeled off the
thin shirt and her breathing quickened as she saw his
firm chest rippling in the moonlight. Then he removed
his breaches. She stared in fascination as for the
first time in her life, she saw the firm flesh of a
male penis.
She was shocked at its size. The massive rigidity that
jutted stiffly out from the boy's groin seemed far too
large to belong to one who seemed so young.
The novice tried to stop her gasping breaths. Her
stomach fluttered with a strange warm fire that spread
down between her thighs and she grew moist there as if
her body was trying to douse the flames licking inside
her.
The boy looked up as he tossed his breaches aside. He
saw her gaze riveted at his manhood and her firm
breasts heaving under her gown, her taut nipples poking
through the thin material. He felt his groin muscles
tense involuntarily and his scrotum tighten. The
novice's eyes widened as the boy's penis throbbed and
grew even thicker and more rigid.
The boy moved to the closet and pulled out the gown he
found there. Like the one she wore, it opened in the
front. He slipped in on and tied it closed at the neck
and waist. He turned and moved toward the bed, his
penis poking stiffly out from between the folds of the
gown.
He lifted the blanket, sat on the edge of the narrow
bed, then slid between the bedclothes. He pressed
against her quivering form and she shuddered as his
warmth enveloped her. She gasped as she felt his
manhood prod between her bare thighs. She quickly
pulled at her gown, but within the tight confines of
the small bed, it had little result.
She hissed between gasps, "Boy, take care!"
He replied innocently, "What is it, Sister?"
She fought for breath. "Know I am betrothed to the
Lord."
"I am aware, Sister." His stiffness poked deeper into
her flesh.
"I will be chaste when I come to the Lord's alter. Be
on your guard that you don't take what is the Lord's."
The boy stared into the novice's eyes. "I would not
press an unholy advantage as a result of your
compassion, Sister, nor would I be so foolish as to
risk the wrath of the Lord by despoiling His servant's
perfect offering." He took a deep breath and his chest
pressed even more firmly against her breasts,
flattening them against him.
"You-- you press too close to my Lord's purchase, Boy,
closer than anyone save the Lord Himself ever has."
"Your thighs and bosom are quite large, Sister, and
take up much of the bed. I cannot help but press
against them." Making his point, he placed one hand
upon her hip, the other on her breast and ran his
fingers across them as if tracing their size. "You must
admit that together within such tight quarters, we make
much more heat than we would separately."
"Of that, there is no doubt," the novice sighed.
"Please, Boy, do not make me regret my charity."
"I promise, Sister, I will not press further."
She shivered under his touch. "S-- See that you don't,"
she moaned.
They lay together thus intertwined, on their sides
facing each other, her breasts against his chest, his
stiff penis pressed between her thighs, and they slept
fitfully. The boy kept his word and didn't press
further, though his hands roamed freely across the
novice's ample breasts. She awoke feverishly several
times through the night when his caresses overwhelmed
her.
She saw nothing untoward in his embraces. He was
obviously asleep and unaware of his movements and, as
he'd pointed out, her breasts did practically engulf
him. The poor thing was doing what came naturally to
him. She certainly couldn't help the fact that his
fondling hands gave her so much pleasure. Throughout
the night, her thighs became more and more moist, both
from her own outpourings and from the dripping
emissions of the hot flesh rooted between her legs.
As the first gray of morning appeared, she woke the boy
and told him he had to leave before he was found. He
quickly dressed and, thanking her, climbed out the
window and down the tree. The novice watched as he
disappeared across the meadow. Soon, the only evidence
he had been there at all was the drying discharge upon
her thighs. She felt a twinge of sadness and she
pressed his discarded gown against her breast.
That evening the wind was whipping even more harshly
than the previous night. As the novice cinched her gown
at her neck, she heard a tapping at her window. Her
heart leapt. She turned and saw the boy beckoning her
from the tree.
The boy asked, "May I seek shelter here again tonight?"
She shook her head. "I only offered my bed for one
night."
"It is so much colder tonight," said the boy, "I could
offer you my warmth."
"You should take care of what you offer, Boy, lest you
displease the Lord."
"I mean no impiety, Sister. My offering is as pure as
your own. I offer it to the Lord through his chaste
vessel."
The novice considered. She could not deny his offering.
"Come in and prepare for bed." She crawled onto the
spare mattress and watched him as his nakedness
appeared before her. As the previous night, his penis
stood firmly from the thick thatch of hair that covered
his flat abdomen. It would not be hidden when he donned
the loose fitting gown and joined her in the tiny bed.
As the rigid flesh again pressed into the hollow of her
tightly held thighs, she whispered, "I must warn you
again that you press close to that which is the
Lord's."
"I know, Sister, and I thrill at the fortune that He
was given me to offer comfort to his chaste sheath." He
wrapped his arms around her and pressed her to him,
crushing her breasts against his chest. "Does my warmth
please you, Sister?"
"Y-yes," she gasped. In truth, his warmth enflamed her,
causing her thighs to grow damp. "I-- I--."
"I can feel your pleasure, Sister," he replied as her
moisture spread from her thighs to his. "Sleep now," he
soothed, "Take your rest, as will I, so we may serve
the Lord tomorrow." With that, he closed his eyes.
Eventually, she slept, but awoke not long after to find
herself moaning as his lips suckled at her breast.
"No," she gasped, "you-- you take pleasure at the font
of the Lord, Boy!
Please, don't--"
He smiled up at her flushed face. "I only take what the
Lord offered. Your gown had come open and the nipple
appeared before me, inviting me to sup". She could not
fault him at that. The cinch often came undone in the
night despite her best intentions.
"Besides, I believe the Lord's servant finds pleasure
in my ministrations, does she not?"
"T-too much pleasure, I fear," the novice moaned. He
pressed his head down and nipped at the swollen nub.
She cried out, suddenly thankful that hers was the only
occupied cell in the wing and no one would hear her
cries of ecstasy. While his teeth played at one nipple,
his hand pressed hard against the other. Involuntarily,
her thighs parted. In the next instant, he slid her
onto her back and pressed his body upon hers.
Suddenly he was on top of her, his chest flattening her
breasts and his hips prying her thighs apart. "No," she
cried as he forced her legs open, exposing her moist
and parting labia, her maidenhead bared for the taking.
"No," she cried again, her eyes wide with fear, "Don't,
please!"
The boy raised his head and looked into her frightened
eye. "Sister, I mean no harm. I offer only warmth,
nothing more. Does my weight cause discomfort?"
In truth, the boy's mass upon her was not unpleasant
and did warm her to her very center. "It-- it is very
warming and soothing, yes," she whispered, "but you
leave my Lord's vessel bared and defenseless."
"The better to accept my offering, Sister." He slid
slightly upward and the length of his stiff rod came to
rest along the folds of her labia.
She gasped as the hot, pulsing flesh nestled itself
between her labial lips. "Oh," she cried, "it-- it--
you t-touch the lips of the Lord's cup!"
"To offer them warmth, Sister," the boy whispered, his
voice growing husky. "Does it not warm you?"
"It-- it enflames me," the novice moaned, "I-- I--" The
boy hunched his hips slightly, grinding his pelvic bone
into hers. The base of his penis rubbed hard against
her clitoris and her hips involuntarily pushed up to
increase the pressure. He returned the pressure and she
began to rut into his groin.
Her breathing grew short and soon she was grunting with
each thrust of her hips. The boy raised himself up and
massaged her thick nipples, making her movements more
insistent. Suddenly she screamed and her body shuddered
under him as the flames of orgasm crested and consumed
her.
The novice's body convulsed again and again as she was
seized by the orgasmic spasms. Her hips hammered over
and over at the boy and her labial lips quivered and
nipped at the length of the rigidity pressed between
them. Her rutting caused the boy's firm mass to slice
up and down along the tender, sucking folds.
The boy's breathing quickened, then, suddenly, he
groaned loudly. Through the waves of ecstasy, the
novice felt the shaft pressed against her grow thicker,
then suddenly throb and jerk as her bottom was thickly
coated with the hot syrup of his discharge.
Her eyes flew wide in wonder at the force of his
release as she felt the rod wrench tightly against her
as it pumped each thick jet of his seed pounding onto
the tender flesh between her buttocks to stream down
along the cleft and pool on the mattress underneath
her. The intense throbbing of the burning mass between
her legs rekindled the sparks of orgasm within her and
again she was engulfed in waves of spasmodic pleasure.
As the boy's movements ebbed and the flood of orgasmic
passion waned, the import of what had occurred overcame
her. She tried to speak while gulping for air. "You--
your-- seed-- you spilled your-- seed-- upon me-- you--
"
The boy grunted, "I-- offered my warmth, Sister,
nothing more. Only my warmth."
The novice cried, "Your warmth? More than your warmth,
Boy, much more! You've given the heat of your passion,
Boy, and the substance of your offering clings to my
skin and saturates my bed!"
"But, Sister, I've done you no harm. My offering flowed
harmlessly onto the bed."
"Yes, but--"
"And, Sister, in truth, don't you find my favors
pleasing?"
The novice couldn't deny it. She did find the boy's
service pleasing. It was, indeed, the most pleasurable
experience she'd ever felt.
"Yes, but--"
"Then, Sister, wouldn't it displease the Lord if we
decry such a gift from Him?" The boy's hands idly
massaged the novice's breasts. She shivered in delight.
"I suppose you are right," she breathed. The boy's
hands became more active at her bosom. She reached up
and gripped his wrists. "But let us still our movements
for tonight and take our rest so we may better serve
the Lord in the morning."
"Yes, Sister," the boy replied and rested his head upon
her breast. Shortly, fatigued by the struggles of
their passions, they were both sound asleep with him
still atop her. The head of his softening penis pulled
up to nestle snugly between the folds of her still
liquid labia, where it oozed the remains of his passion
into her virginal vaginal channel.
Again came the gray of morn, again the boy took his
leave and again the boy returned with the night. This
time, he let himself in.
She was waiting in the bed, her gown undone and her
breasts exposed to the cool night air. As she watched
him quickly undressed, her nipples grew tighter and the
full globes rocked up and down in time with her
quickening breathing. When he was naked, he came to
her, sliding her back onto the bed and crushing her
into the thin mattress. He moved rapidly between her
thighs, pressing his hard penis tight against her
parting labia.
She laid a hand on his chest. "Remember," she
whispered, "I am the Lord's.
I am not yours to take." She took his hand and placed
it upon her breast.
"Now, give me your warmth."
As the night before, they both began their rutting
motions and together they cried out as the flames of
passion overwhelmed them. Her flesh quaked under him as
again and again the fires of orgasm licked at her
insides and, inspired by her perpetually spasming hips,
he again copiously anointed her buttocks with his
essence.
Before very long they both collapsed into an exhausted
stupor. As it did the night before, the tip of the
boy's softening shaft again found purchase within the
folds of the novice's moist labia. In his sleep, the
boy's passions stirred and his flesh grew firm within
her. As the fullness inside her increased, she awoke to
find her vaginal lips enveloping the head of his
rapidly hardening penis.
Alarmed at the invading presence lodging tightly within
the entrance of her vagina, she cried out, "Boy! Your
shaft delves where it must not go! Awake, Boy! You
press between the lips of the Lord's cup! Stop!" The
novice pushed against the boy's hips, but he would not
budge. The bulbous flesh slowly sank deeper into her
and she cried out as the velvet tip pried apart her
tender lips and stretched open her quivering virgin
flesh.
"No," she screamed. She shook his shoulders, but the
boy would not awaken and the head chiseled further into
her. "No! Please!" She wanted to shriek, but feared it
would awaken the other sisters. Still the expanding
flesh burrowed between her legs, piercing into her,
forcing itself deeper, filling her virgin passage. She
was astounded to realize that as her panic increased,
so did her passion. She grew enflamed with desire.
Even as her mind filled with dread, her body grew tight
with a carnal hunger and her vagina flooded with the
liquid declaration of her lust. Like a flower, her
vagina opened to him, aiding his descent into her very
center. The speed of his penetration increased, pushing
her over the edge. She exploded in orgasmic rapture as
the thick penis continued its slide downward into her.
Her enflamed passage rippled and licked at the fullness
forcing itself tightly in. Her flesh sucked at it,
pulling it in even more deeply.
In response to her spasming vagina clutching his
manhood, the boy's breathing became short and sharp.
The novice recognized it as a sign that he was about to
ejaculate. "No!" she screamed in horror as she realized
that he was about to inundate her with his seed. "No!"
she screamed again as she recalled the half-forgotten
teachings that told her when she was at her most
fertile.
She'd thought she'd never have to concern herself with
that, but now the knowledge that she was at that
moment, indeed, ripe for fertilization filled her mind
with a freezing terror. "Oh, God, please, no, please,"
she cried as she felt the boy's body tensing in
preparation even as his thick penis plunged into her
even more deeply.
The novice's breath caught in her throat as she felt
the massive presence jammed tightly within her suddenly
inflate even larger. Then she felt it throb fiercely
inside her spasming vagina and a single "Oh!" passed
her lips as she felt the dull pressure as his surging
sperm struck her maidenhead and realized that his seed
was now in her.
A strangled gasp stuck within her chest as she felt the
head of the immense shaft sliding in yet deeper to
settle tightly against the tender membrane. The shaft
bloated again and the tip throbbed hard against the
delicate tissue. "Oh!" she cried again as she again
felt the blunt force of his spurting semen battering
upon the fragile shield, flooding her vagina with the
impregnating fluid.
As the shaft constricted, the tip pressed even more
firmly upon the barrier of her maidenhead. Her muscles
tensed as she waited for the next brutal throb, knowing
it would rupture the obstruction along with her virtue,
making her defilement complete. The shaft expanded and
jerked, pumping another thick rush of his virile sperm
into her vagina. "Oh!" she cried as she felt the
intense pressure as her maidenhead stretched and
strained in a vain effort to keep the fecund syrup from
inundating her fertile womb.
The darkness that clutched her soul lightened as she
realized that the sentry of her chastity had held
through the onslaught. The attack was far from over,
though, and she moaned as again the shaft ballooned and
then shuddered forcefully within her as the tip spat
yet another gush of sperm inside her, trying to drive
it flowing up into her womb. This time the vicious
pressure upon the tender membrane rekindled the fires
of passion within her and suddenly she found herself
again awash in orgasmic waves.
The shaft swelled and throbbed again as it once more
pumped out the boy's rich seed. The novice shook with
rapture at the feeling, now firm in the belief that her
maidenhead was shielding her womb from the boy's
prolific sperm. In fact, the porous tissue was only a
small protection; even now his spawning fluid was
racing to the mouth of her womb. The novice's only
saving grace was that the barrier did slow the progress
of the inseminate and much of it would die and grow
cold before it reached its goal: the fertile egg that
even now lay waiting deep within her.
Over and over the boy poured his sperm into the novice.
Over and over, her spasming orgasms crested and ebbed.
The meager cavity between her vaginal lips and her
maidenhead filled to overflowing and her thighs were
coated as the creamy syrup was forced out through the
tight seal of his penis in her vagina. Much more of his
potent sperm flooded through the ineffective shield
that she thought protected her from fertilization.
After an eternity, the shaft, finally drained of its
potent discharge, began to soften and deflate. Her
shuddering body began to settle and her breathing
slowed. She was enraptured by the warm afterglow of her
orgasmic ecstasy and she tried to hold the receding
head within her still-aroused chamber, but the
clutching undulations of her labia only succeeded in
pushing the pliant flesh out. As it escaped her grasp,
she was first overwhelmed by the void suddenly within
her. Then she gasped at the volume of fluid that
drained out of her vagina to flow along the crevice
between her buttocks and pool underneath her.
She reached up to stroke the head of the boy, who still
sleep soundly atop her. Her mind was a jumble of
confused emotions. There was no doubt that the gift of
the boy's seed was good, she told herself. How could it
not be? Why should she feel such loss when he withdrew?
And yet, the gift could so easily and drastically
change the plans she'd made. She recalled her
conversation with Mother Superior when she first came
to the convent. The nun had pointed to her wide hips
and full breasts and noted how perfect she would have
been for childbearing. That she'd conceive quickly and
carry a child and give birth with relative discomfort
if that was God's will. Mother Superior seemed
disappointed that motherhood was not to be her path.
Just over a week ago, during her menstrual flow, Mother
had mentioned again that God had given her the gift of
youthful fertility and it seemed a shame she wasn't to
use that gift.
She remembered Mother Superior's words. "Youthful
fertility," she had said. "Conceive quickly." The words
rang in her head even after the morning came and the
boy took his leave. They echoed through her being as
her eyes followed his form crossing the meadow and her
thighs shivered as his seed welled out from her vagina
and down her legs. Already the feeling of emptiness
within her, a void she never even knew existed,
threatened to overwhelm her.
By the night, when the boy came to her cell, the novice
was burning with a hunger that frightened her. She
ached as she impatiently waited while the boy removed
his garments, her breath short and ragged, her thighs
already moist from her carnal need.
The boy seemed only mildly surprised when he pressed
himself upon her and she reached down to take his
pulsing manhood in her hand and place the tip between
the lips of her dripping labia. The boy stared into her
eyes and asked, "Sister, do you really offer the Lord's
cup to me, to take it and fill it as I please?"
"N-no," she breathed, "I only give the lip of the cup."
Her hand released the shaft as her labia clutched at
the head, engulfing it. "I can only offer the warmth
within to you in gratitude for your offering of warmth
to me. Is it not pleasing?"
The boy grunted, "Very, pleasing, Sister." His hips
began to bear down and the novice started as his thick
penis pried and stretched the inner walls of her vagina
in its advancement inward.
She cried out, "Wait!" His hips stopped their thrusting
motion. "Be cautious! Do no press past the barrier that
is my maidenhead, for that is not yours to take, nor
mine to give. I am still pledged to the Lord."
The boy's firmness flexed within her and they both
trembled in delight at the sensation. "You open the
mouth of the Lord's chamber and accept my lodging?" As
if to give truth of his statement, the tip of his rigid
shaft sank deeper into her fleshy sheath, causing her
to gasp.
"Only the entrance and only with your promise of care
that you do not pass the fragile veil, for it is my
fertility's only ward should you spill your seed."
"You are fertile, Sister?"
"My womb is prepared. Should your sperm pass the shield
and flow deep within, it will root and I will most
certainly grow big with your child."
Far from dampening the boy's passion, the knowledge
fueled his aching desire. He felt the burning need grow
within his groin. Still, he said, "I will be mindful of
your needs, Sister. Am I to refrain from release?" Even
as he asked, his buttocks jerked and the knob at the
end of his shaft pushed further into her tight embrace,
making them both quake in response.
"I-if you c-can," the novice gasped, "but if you are
overwhelmed, you must withdraw."
The boy's voice grew dark with passion. "But your
maidenhead should deflect the danger, Sister." His hips
grew more insistent.
"The barrier may protect me, but the risk is great. It
is better to-- Oh, my," she cried as his penis burrowed
further in, "how good your presence feels within me! Is
it as pleasing to you?"
"Oh, yes, Sister," he groaned as he pulled slightly up,
thrilling at the feeling of her labial lips clinging to
his shaft as he withdrew. She moaned as the movement
across the tender flesh within struck fire through her
being.
He slowly pushed back in and they moaned together as
the head furrowed through the tight, pulsing passage.
It pierced and prodded inward until it touched the soft
tissue of her maidenhead and she cried out at the
contact. He again pulled back, only to jab back in. He
began to shallowly thrust in and out of the meager
lodging within her he dared possess. The friction of
the bulbous knob as it sliced back and forth through
the narrow confines of her vagina struck fire within
her and her being was engulfed in the blazing inferno
of orgasm.
Her legs rose to wrap around his back and unthinkingly
she dug her heels into his buttocks, spurring him to
thrust faster, to thrust deeper. His breathing came
shorter and more labored and she knew his need would
overcome him soon. His attack became more intense.
Suddenly she winced as he pressed in too deeply,
battering hard against the tender membrane that blocked
his complete entry. She cried out as again the
unyielding mass painfully struck the tender
obstruction.
She screamed, as much in ecstasy as in pain, as he
again pierced in and again pounded against the
weakening shield and the fragile tissue began to tear,
no match for the terrible pummeling it was receiving.
Then she heard the boy's long groan. She'd come to
recognize that it was the signal of his imminent
ejaculation and a sudden fear gripped her. What if the
barrier didn't hold? Again she felt his powerful stroke
within her accompanied by a tearing pain as his shaft
stabbed at her maidenhead. Far too late, her thighs
instinctively began to tighten as she tried in vain to
protect her womb from the inseminating invasion she
knew was about to inundate her.
As the horror consumed her that he might shatter the
last vestige of her chastity, she suddenly felt the
shaft within her begin to swell as it drove inward
again, cruelly parting her spasming vaginal walls, and
she knew he was about to spend his seed. She yelped in
pain and terror as the boy's penis cut at the shredding
membrane while simultaneously wrenching violently
against her inflamed channel.
"No!" she cried as she felt the pressure of his semen
gushing upon her maidenhead. The driving rigor pulled
back slightly, again bloating as it slid, exciting her
carnal emotions against her will. Again it pierced it
and again she cried out from the searing pain as it
tore at the yielding hindrance. Again she cried, "No!"
as his flesh throbbed hard upon the rending shroud and
his virile semen jetted out of him into her.
The assaulting ram again stroked in, inflating in its
process. Her anguished "No!" rose to an even more
horrified pitch when, accompanied by a agonizing pain,
she felt the fiercely pulsing shaft wedge farther into
her than ever before as the inevitable happened and his
driving penis tore a gaping split in the delicate
tissue. The spurting tip of the great shaft poked
through the rupture. Unimpeded, the thick rush of semen
surged through her vagina.
Ignorant that her virgin passage had been now and
forever undone, the novice shuddered in surprise and
wonder as she felt his immense firmness throb and pump
in her tight deep embrace without feeling his semen
gushing upon her maidenhead. She gasped as the head
again receded only to spike in again, making her once
more cry in pain when the swelling shaft again pierced
its tip through the raw and inflamed wound to jerk
savagely against the rippling gorge and spurt another
rich stream of his seed directly at the opening of her
womb.
Each sharp stab of the boy's monstrous penis drove the
battering head deeper, rupturing the membrane further,
making her scream again and again in agony. The
advancement of his pulsing, pumping flesh into her
tight chamber was slow, though, and not sufficient to
cause her to suspect that he had breached her defenses.
She believed that she didn't feel the pulses of his
release upon her maidenhead because he'd spent his
seed, even though his stiff member swelled and jerked
painfully within her.
Her mind thus eased, the waves of pain that raced
through the novice's body mingled with the pleasure of
the palpating shaft sliding again and again upon her
clitoris, driving her to new orgasmic heights. Again
and again she shook in spasmodic rapture until long
after his passions had been sated and he'd collapsed
upon her quaking body. Even before the last wave of
pleasure ebbed, she fell into a deep slumber, not to
awake until the gray of dawn.
As had become her habit, the novice stared out into the
sunrise after the boy vanished across the meadow. As
her fingers idly stroked the downy fur on her stomach,
matted from the moist labors of the previous night, she
considered the aching she still felt in her vagina from
the boy's assault upon her maidenhead. Although she
reminded herself that he hadn't penetrated her fully,
the pain concerned her. Her anxiety increased when she
discovered that both her labia and the bedclothes were
streaked with a dark crimson discharge.
That evening, as the boy came to share her bed, she
voiced her concerns.
"Tonight you must take greater caution."
The boy protested, "Sister, I took cautions."
"I understand, but you advanced too deeply, causing me
pain, and you ejaculated your seed within the folds of
the Lord's chamber, exposing me to serious harm."
"I mean only to offer warmth, Sister," the boy replied.
"The blame is mine," the novice soothed, "I goaded you
to proceed further than perhaps I should have allowed.
Together we must remember." She laid her hand on his
member. "You may share your warmth, but do so gingerly,
as my flesh is still tender from last night's
intemperance."
The boy positioned the tip between her labial lips and
pressed in, and the novice moaned in response. He
quickly took up a rapid tempo, rocking shallowly
through the slight furrow, taking care not to slice too
deeply. His rhythm quickly excited her desires and,
though she ached to pull him fully into her, she took
what pleasure he could give. It wasn't long before she
spasmed again and again under him in orgasm after
orgasm.
Even though her vagina sucked and clutched at him, he
seemed to take to heart his charge. That evening he
controlled his passion and was not overwhelmed. After a
time he merely slowed his thrusting, allowing her to
drift into a contented sleep before becoming still, his
penis still thick and rigid within her.
As his weight settled upon her, the end of his rigored
member slowly slipped through the tight channel,
stopping to rest firmly onto the bruised and brittle
membrane of her maidenhead. As she slept, the effect of
their breathing kept her passion in mild agitation even
through her slumber. The walls of her vagina rippled
lightly upon the firm flesh caught in their embrace. He
responded to her caresses with a slight circular
rotation, causing her channel to grow liquid as his
stiffness churned inside her.
Slowly he increased the length of his thrusts. He slid
himself out fully so that the clinging lips of her
vagina pulled up along the length of the shaft and
slipped around the slick head to close before the
dripping tip. The he rapidly jabbed back in, driving
apart the quivering folds and gouging into the tight
pulsing cleft, halting only after grazing the tattered
remains of her maidenhead. With each firm lunge, his
flesh sank further into the widening tunnel.
She stirred as the thick head began to prod and press
through the ruptured membrane and the dull ache within
her grew to a burning pain as his penis labored to fill
her completely. Her passage quickly flooded with
moisture as it struggled to quench the sting of flesh
tearing within her.
As the previous night, her desire intensified as
pleasure mixed with the pain. Her thighs dripped with
the fluids streaming from her labia, her breath grew
quick and short, and suddenly she was in orgasmic
frenzy, awash in a state of carnality far more intense
than she'd know before. Her thighs spread wider apart
allow his hammering shaft to painfully jab in deeper.
Her hungry vagina rutted up to meet each terrible
thrust, swallowing more and more of the sharply
piercing spike. Her legs rose to surrounded his waist
and pull him down into her inflamed flesh.
As the waves of her orgasm momentarily ebbed, an
awareness of what was happening filled her senses.
"No!" she cried, even as her sucking vagina lifted off
the mattress to meet yet again his rigid penis as it
plunged down, prying apart the quivering folds of her
vagina and burrowing her tight fluttering vaginal
walls. "N-ah!" she screamed as the tissue that bared
his entry peeled around the tip and the thick head
speared and stretched apart her virgin chasm.
Her soul was overwhelmed in terror. She screamed,
"Stop! You press too far! Stop! Stop!" He only grunted
in reply as he drove deeper into her, jamming the head
well past the barrier into the narrow inner passage.
Above her, his eyes stared hungrily into hers, glazed
with lust.
"Don't! You promised," she cried, "you promised!"
Again, he responded by ramming his great shaft deeper
into her body. "Oh!" she cried, less in pain than in
the shock of his penis embedding itself further into
her vagina. She was in awe that she could hold so much
of him so far inside her. Her shock became overwhelming
as, with a final mighty lunge, he buried the full
length of his penis into the straining sheath of her
vagina. He grunted crudely as his quivering scrotum
pressed tightly against her dripping buttocks. Her
breath caught in her throat as the head of the brutish
shaft pushed tightly against the opening of her womb at
the end of her engorged chamber.
Her tears flowed as she realized her virginity had been
stolen, her innocence cruelly taken. "Y-you've ruined
me," she sobbed, "you've ruined me! Why? Why?"
His only reply was a grunt as he moved within her. "N-
no," she moaned, "please," but her body betrayed her as
the thick presence within her rose up and the rough
shaft rasped harshly against her clitoris, striking
fire through her. She shook under him as he thrust
sharply down, slicing rapidly into her trembling vagina
and pounding firmly against her cervix.
"No! Please, no!" she cried over and over, but he took
no heed of her pleas. He increased his tempo, furiously
thrusting in and out of her spasming passage. The
moisture flooded from her as her vagina stretched and
contracted against the swift heat that pistoned
violently inside her. It drove quickly through her
tight furrow to ram brutally against the bottom of her
narrow cavity, bulging and stretching her, tearing and
contorting her, forcing her tightness to take his
fullness.
Then suddenly it reversed its path, dragging and
pulling at her inflamed flesh as it rapidly receded
from her sucking, grasping vagina. only to hammer back
in again. Her back arched sharply as her body threw
itself up into each savage downward stroke, even as she
screamed again and again, "No! No!"
His grunts congealed into a long low groan and she
twitched and spasmed underneath him as panic engulfed
her. She know her final defilement was at hand. He was
about to perform the ultimate consummation of their
union. He was about to seed her womb and she would
become pregnant with his child. His sperm would root
and ripen inside her and her abdomen would swell and
grow heavy with the weight of his issue until, in pain,
she would give birth to his baby.
She felt his penis began to swell even thicker within
the tight grip of her vagina. "No!" she yelped, "Don't!
Not your seed! Not your seed in me! Please, no! Don-
Oh!" She felt his flesh bloating as it lanced into her
to punch fiercely against her cervix. Her breath caught
in her chest as the head forced itself deeply into the
narrow mouth of her womb. "Oh," she whispered as she
felt it cruelly throb inside her. The thick spurt of
semen surged directly into her womb.
His thickness was again bulging tighter against her
vaginal walls and her mind grew irrational. He'd
ejaculated only once inside her, she reasoned, and
perhaps it wasn't enough. Then she felt the swollen rod
pushed deeper into her cervix. "Oh," she breathed as
his penis contracted and jumped inside her, pumping a
second burst into her womb, longer and thicker than the
first.
It still was only a little, she thought, as the
presence between her legs swelled again. Probably still
not enough for make her grow big with child. This time
she could feel the contraction ripple down the length
of his shaft as it jerked inside her. "Oh," she moaned
again as his seed flowed deep into her.
Just a little more, she thought, trying not to feel the
alien ballooning flesh in her body, just a little mo-
"Oh!" Again his penis thumped at the bottom of her
vagina as it squirted another stream of his potent seed
into her.
His penis engorged again within her. He had to stop
soon, she thought, before there was enough of his seed
in her to bear fruit. "Oh!" she cried as his twitching
shaft spat another jet of his sperm racing to
impregnate her.
Now it had to stop, she realized. It was becoming too
much. But it wasn't stopping because she could feel him
swelling yet again. The stiffness pulsed again inside
her. "No!" she cried as more of his virile seed flooded
into her fertile womb.
She began to panic as her vagina again became even
fuller with his bloating member. He wasn't stopping and
there was too much of his seed in her already! "No!"
she screamed as she felt the wrenching within her that
deposited another rich surge of semen into her.
There was too much, her mind screamed as he swelled yet
again. He was filling her with his seed! The lurching
penis again quivered against her vaginal walls and she
howled, "No!" as the tip, still rammed tight into the
opening at the end of her vagina, spewed more of his
seed into her womb.
As the flesh buried in her engorged again, her mind
could no longer deny her plight. He'd planted enough
seed into her womb to sire a child. "No!" she wailed,
feeling the harshly throbbing shaft pump still more of
his breeding syrup into her.
"God!" The novice's cry filled the air as she felt deep
within her the boy's penis bloating yet again. "No!"
The shaft pulsed again as the torrent continued to
inundate her womb. "God!" She came to believe it would
never end as the penis once more bulged tight against
the flesh of her enflamed channel, "No!" Her tender
sheath narrowed about his constricting member as it
again filled her with his prolific release.
"God! No! God! No!" she shrieked over and over as his
inexhaustible spike ceaselessly throbbed and spurt
within her raw, splayed passage, pulsing and pumping
seemingly limitless volumes of his semen into her
overflowing womb. The creamy secretion filled her to
bursting, bubbling out of her tightly occupied vagina,
frothing from between her swollen labial lips, coating
her thighs and buttocks.
"God! No! God! No!" she continued to howl even as the
terrible thumping inside her began to taper and the
copious streams of semen grew thin, even as, finally
sated, the boy fell cruelly onto her frantically
convulsing body, his depleted penis softening within
her bruised and ruined depths, even as his shriveled
member abandoned her debauched chamber, even as he rose
from the soiled and soaked bed and fled into the night.
"God! No! God! No!" she moaned again and again as she
lay naked and exposed, shivering in the cold. Her legs
were still spread, her parted thighs trembling as the
gummy slickness coating them cooled in the frigid air.
Her raw labial lips were splayed wide, exposing the
bruised flesh of her gaping vagina. Globules of
congealing semen mixed with clotting blood rolled
thickly from the open chasm, sliding slowly between her
buttocks staining her skin and the sopping bedclothes
under her.
As she rolled onto her side, curling as her body
instinctively tried to warm itself, her shivering
increased as her dripping bottom was exposed to the
cold and her vagina's discharge poured out onto her
thighs. Somehow she found her blanket and, still
moaning, she fell into a fitful sleep, whimpering
through the night.
When she awoke in the morning, her first prayer was
that it had all been a dream, a hope that was shattered
when she realized her vagina was still seeping semen
onto her thighs. Intense pain radiated from between her
legs as she forced herself out of her bloodstained bed
and began the long task of cleansing her violated body.
As she sponged away the proof of her infidelity, she
prayed to the Lord for His forgiveness, not just for
her unfaithfulness, but for her decision to conceal the
desecration. It was still possible, she decided, that
conception might not result from the boy's
transgression. It might have been too early or too
late, she reasoned, or she could be barren. It was
possible that she might not be with child. It was
possible.
She begged for her deliverance during first vespers,
even as the semen continued to seep from her labia and
down her thighs. She added to her petitions the plea
that the sticky evacuation did not stain her gown. She
silently whispered her appeal as she went about her
morning chores, during midday vespers and while she did
her afternoon tasks. After last vespers ended and she
prepared for the night's retreat, the faith grew within
her that her desperate prayer might be granted. The
seeping has stopped and the stabbing pain when she
walked had lessened to a dull soreness.
As she began her evening bath, she frowned at a
delicate flutter that tickled within her abdomen and
spread through her body, turning her skin crimson. As
the warm glow swept over her, she knew that the seed
had just found fertile ground and had taken root. She
knew she was with child.
Her fears were confirmed when her menstrual flow
refused to begin when expected. Still she tried to keep
her shame a secret. When her abdomen had swelled so
full that it was impossible to hide, she confessed her
plight to Mother Superior, whose only comment was her
disappointment that she'd not been told sooner.
On the evening of the confession, when the acolyte came
to Mother Superior's bedchamber and fell upon her plump
bosom, she shared with him the novice's condition.
"She's very large for her time," she said. "She'll bear
a healthy issue. You've done well." She reached down
and gripped his thickening penis, pressing the head
into the thick folds of her dry labia.
"Thank you, Sister," he whispered and thrust sharply
into her.
She winced at the quick penetration while in her mind
once again cursing the God that made her barren and
unresponsive. "There is a new novice," she said as his
jabs grew quick and insistent. "I expect you'll be
discrete."
The acolyte looked down at her with glazed eyes. "Yes,
Sister," he grunted as he began to spasm inside her.
-the end-
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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